Ars Amatoria Romance Theme Challenge
Friends
Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers SPD. If I did, the story would be like I wanted it to be.

A Felinian was huddled in a corner, her head buried between her knee. Her body shook slightly with each sob. Her clothes were ragged and in disarray; her hair was a tangled mess.

"Why are you crying?" a Sirian asked. He was wearing a leather trench coat with the S.P.D. symbol over his heart.

The Felinian's voice shook as she answered. "I-I cry because I've lost my friends, my family, my husband, ..." the woman's voice cracked, making her unable to finish her sentence.

The Sirian sat beside her, and, in a way, that comforted the crying woman. The Felinian continued, somewhat reluctantly, and whispered, "My baby..." she said, hugging the Sirian in the process.

The Sirian patted her back and ran his fingers -paws, whatever!- through her hair, comforting her. "It's alright." he said, in a soothing voice, pulling her closer into him. "You're not alone." he said, knowing that she wasn't. She had him now, didn't she? It's not like he could leave her now, but he couldn't sit there and do nothing. She needed rest and food, but above all, what she needed more was a friend.

The Sirian got up and carried the woman, who had only stopped crying due to also having lost her consciousness, to the Recovery Room, where Doctor Cameron took care of her.

The Felinian was asleep on a white bed, a blanket over herself, and an IV needle on her left hand. The Sirian was sitting on a chair, by the bed. He refused to move away from her side. Already, the Sirian cared a lot for this woman.

The Felinian's eyelids fluttered open, and she looked around. She was happy to see the Sirian by side. "Hello." she greeted, her voice weak, but the happiness was obviously there.

"Hello." the Sirian greeted back.

"Tell me about your planet." she whispered, oblivious that she was asking to hear the Sirian's saddest memory.

The Sirian sighed. "There is not much to tell. My home planet of Sirius was destroyed, almost a year ago." he answered.

"Oh, I'm sorry." the Felinian said. "I know first-hand of that experience." she said. "You can stop if you want to."

"It's alright." the Sirian replied. "I'm going to have to face the facts sooner or later anyway." the Sirian then began his story.

"Sirius was attacked by Emperor Grumm, leader of the Troobian Forces. My home planet had established an elite group of heroes called Galaxy Defenders, and I was one of them." the Sirian went on, the sadness in his voice unmistakable. "When the army attacked, I was fighting at the front, my friends in battle behind me. I was overwhelmed; there were too many of the robots that were attacking me. And to add to that, the Evil Emperor released his giant robots to destroy the unprotected cities." he stopped. A hand put itself over his. He accepted the hand and intertwined his fingers with the Felinian's.

The Felinian gave him a small smile. "But you are the survivor; you can avenge your people. You can make a difference." she said. "By the way, I'm Kat Manx." she said, introducing herself.

"I am Anubis Cruger."

"Anubis.." she whispered. "The Egyptian god of Death... it doesn't fit you." she mused. "I'll call you Doggie." she said. "Yes. Doggie, you and I will make good friends."

Yes, friends. Just friends. For now.

Please be nice. This is my first attempt at a drabble. I know I suck, but still. Thanks to Lindsey, who beta read this!